Natasha Azelaert, was a cazador.
Well... not an actual cazador. Natasha was seventeen and not technically an adult. Cazadors were 18+. Cazador is Spanish for "hunter". Cazadors hunted demons. All sorts of demons. Asurs, onis, imps, shax, hellhounds, vampires, gorgons, vetis and many great demons.
Cazadors were the 'bringers of light'. Their motto was "Destroy the Dark". "A little too dramatic", Natasha thought.
Anyways, about a year ago, her parents told her about their reality. That they were cazadors and so was she. She kept a serious face for two seconds straight, then burst out laughing, throwing a pillow at her father's face. When they didn't laugh with her, she asked "You're kidding, right?".
Then, her mom took some water, added few drops of an ugly, green liquid and poured it on Natasha's back, a little below the neck. It started sizzling and an intense pain shot through her. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a tattoo below her neck.
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Cazadora
General FictionNatasha Azelaert is a 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 - a demon hunter. Yes. Demons, faeries, vampires, werewolves exist; shielded from human eyes by magic. On her quest to find her missing parents, Natasha meets others like her. She fights demons, falls in love, m...
